4 o'clock was the supreme, the gleam, the giving off steam; the
reason, the season, for teasin', not wheezin'. Each day, it would
seem, it was like a dream; for Tweed, it was mighty damn
Despite his obvious skill with air-arc and all the low hydrogen rods, Tweed never bragged or showed off his work. His was the measure of humility. And of course, at times, he seemed almost beset with boredom.
This would be understandable after so many years in this type of work; the glow had long since worn off.
Hence the four o'clock hour awaited.